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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.