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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Neil Young,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.