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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
X-101,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Aural Exciters,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.