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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Michelle Simonal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Brick,
DNA,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.