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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.