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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Roxette to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Monks,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zapp,
PIL,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.