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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Q65,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.