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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Roxette,
The Fortunes,
Barrington Levy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.