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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Leonard Cohen to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.