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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Spoonie Gee,
Altered Images,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Model 500,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.