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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.