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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.