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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.