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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
The American Breed,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.