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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Fela Kuti,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
The Names,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.