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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.