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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Ossler,
X-101,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
cv313,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.