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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
UT,
a-ha,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.