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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Index,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.