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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.