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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
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 arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
These Immortal Souls,
Jandek,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.