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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Slits,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.