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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Smog,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.