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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Franke,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
MC5,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.