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 Dominica 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Can,
The Cramps,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
cv313,
The Busters,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.