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 Eritrea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.