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 Somalia 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Liliput,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.