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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Monks,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.