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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visage,
Magma,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.