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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
L. Decosne,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
John Lydon,
Drexciya,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.