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 Luxembourg 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.