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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.