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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Television,
Tears for Fears,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.