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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Main Source,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare,
Ice-T,
PIL,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.