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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Little Man to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.