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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the electroclash 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.