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 Russia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Nico,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.