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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.