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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
OOIOO,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.