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 Dominica and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Divine Comedy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.