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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the rock 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
X-102,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Wire,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.