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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.