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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
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 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 Swans to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.