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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
China Crisis,
Siglo XX,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Sarah Menescal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.