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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.