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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive 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?
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Magma,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.