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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
cv313,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.