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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.