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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.