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 United States and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.