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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Zeros,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.