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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Kayak 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.