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 Rwanda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Victims to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Wings,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.