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 Zimbabwe and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.