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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.