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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.