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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Index,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.