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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
The New Christs,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.