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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.