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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.