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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
PIL,
Ultravox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.