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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Radiohead to the electroclash 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.