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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Terrestrial Tones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terry Callier,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.