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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.