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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 a-ha to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.