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 Taiwan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.