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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Aswad,
John Cale,
Scan 7,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.