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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the rock 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
PIL,
MDC,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.