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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Organ,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.