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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.