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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.