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 Uganda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.