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 Ireland and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amon Düül II to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
The Monks,
June of 44,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
K-Klass,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.