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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Divine Comedy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.