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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Marmalade,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.