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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Nas,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.