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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.