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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.