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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.