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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Panda Bear,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.