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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Can,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.