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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.