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 United States and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Neu!,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Niagra,
PIL,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.