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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Faust,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
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.