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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.