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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Main Source,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Gong,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.