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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Eli Mardock to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultra Naté,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.