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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.