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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Organ,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.