Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magazine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.