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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
DNA,
Urselle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Funky Four + One,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.