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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Monks,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.