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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
MDC,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Mills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
Monks,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.