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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Amon Düül to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Smog,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
CMW,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.