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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.