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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.