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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Franke,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.