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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.