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 Estonia and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.