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 Senegal and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
The Zeros,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Nas,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.