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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.