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 Uganda and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.