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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.