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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.