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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Technova,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.