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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.