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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Nirvana,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
X-102,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.