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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Urselle,
ABC,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.