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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.