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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs 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?
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.