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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Urselle to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.