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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the rock 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
H. Thieme,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.