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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.