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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.