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 Albania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.