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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Faust,
Scrapy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.