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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Smog,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Wings,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.