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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Alphaville,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Niagra,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.