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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Dual Sessions,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.