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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wasted Youth to the punk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.