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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.