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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.