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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.