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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.