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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Lalann,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.