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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
Television,
Skaos,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.