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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Mo-Dettes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls,
Main Source,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.