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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 arpeggiator 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 Seeds 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.