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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacques Brel,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Joensuu 1685,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.