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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Can,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.