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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.