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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Nico,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
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.