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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Association to the crunk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
The Doors,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.