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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Echospace,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.