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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.