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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Evens,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.