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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Ohio Players to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Names,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.