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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.