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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flipper,
X-102,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.