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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Gong,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.