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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Icehouse,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.