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 Nauru and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.