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 Nigeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.