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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Marvin Gaye,
Wings,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Brothers Johnson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.