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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.