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 Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.