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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Human League to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Crime,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magazine,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.