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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.