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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
AZ,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.