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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Remains,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop 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.