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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Nas,
Inner City,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.