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 the UAE and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.