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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Faust,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.