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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.