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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Index,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.