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 Namibia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.