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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.