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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
The Victims,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.