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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
K-Klass,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.