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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Talk Talk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Alphaville,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.