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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.