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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Au Pairs,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.