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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Brick,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.