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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Minor Threat,
UT,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.