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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlback,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.