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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Swans,
Brick,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.