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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.