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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the crunk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
Mars,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.