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 Comoros and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
The Doors,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.