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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
The Index,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.