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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Von Mondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.