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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.