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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.