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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
MC5,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.