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 Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Brick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.