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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Essential Logic,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.