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 Eritrea 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Television to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Smog,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.