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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
New Age Steppers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.