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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Buzzcocks,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.