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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Laurel Aitken,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronan,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.