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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.