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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.