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 Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.