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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Outsiders 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.