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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Smog,
Young Marble Giants,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.