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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the electroclash 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Visage,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.