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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Donald Byrd,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
Fear,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.