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 Korea North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Anakelly to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Loose Ends,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.