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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stooges 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Audionom,
Index,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.