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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.