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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.