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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
This Heat,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Television,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.