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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.