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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
Susan Cadogan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.