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 Italy and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Q65,
UT,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.