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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Crime,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.