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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boredoms 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.