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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Searchers 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.