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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.