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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minutemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.