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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.