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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Parry Music,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
OOIOO,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.