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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Television,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.