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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Man Parrish,
Fear,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.