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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.