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 Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
The Cramps,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.