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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
Cybotron,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.