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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Technova,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Country Teasers,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.