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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.