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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.