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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.