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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.