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 Iran and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 the Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Symarip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.