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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Qualms,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.