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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '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 David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.