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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Nico,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.