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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the electroclash 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.