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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.