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 Finland and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Little Man,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Can,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.