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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 a-ha 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.