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 Fiji and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.