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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 snare 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Moebius,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.