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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.