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 Indonesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Black Sheep 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Monks,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.