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 Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Searchers to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.