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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
PIL,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.