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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.