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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.