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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.