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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Silicon Teens,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.