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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Gong,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Faust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.