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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.