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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.