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 Yemen and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Pantaleimon,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
Brick,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.