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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Visage,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.