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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick May,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.