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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Don Cherry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Can,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.