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 Nepal and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
EPMD,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.