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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
AZ,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.