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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The New Christs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Ossler,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.