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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Quantec,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Hashim,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Move,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Ponytail,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.