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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.