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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gories,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.