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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.