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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Oneida,
10cc,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Television,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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.