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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Ludus,
the Association,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Index,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.