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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Ronan,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.