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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.