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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.