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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
10cc,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
John Cale,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.