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 Turkey and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Move,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Organ,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.