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 Cameroon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Japan,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.