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 Liechtenstein and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.