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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Nas,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.