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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Index,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxette,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.