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 Seychelles 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Television,
Jawbox,
Chrome,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.