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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Nico,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Robert Görl,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.