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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Y Pants to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Suburban Knight,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
Can,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.