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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.