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 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.