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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.