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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Names,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.