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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Index,
The Seeds,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Animal Collective,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.