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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
MC5,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.