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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Moleskins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Roxette,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Darondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.