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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Bob Dylan,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.