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 Thailand and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
China Crisis,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.