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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.