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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Smog,
Neu!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.