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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.