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 Samoa and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
UT,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.