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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
DNA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.