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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Junior Murvin,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.