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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Section 25,
Television,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.