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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.