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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Rascals to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
June Days,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.