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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the jazz 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Ronan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.