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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Unwound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.