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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.