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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.