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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.