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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.