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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.