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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.