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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Foxx to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
KRS-One,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.