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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Jandek,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.