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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Roxette,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.