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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Dirtbombs 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Cameo,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Wings,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.