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 Sri Lanka 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Isaac Hayes,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Dawn Penn,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
World's Most,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Slave,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.