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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Franke,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.