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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Pierre Henry,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.