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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gong to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.