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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Victims,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.