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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.