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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Hashim,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.