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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.