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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Byron Stingily,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.