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 Madagascar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.