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 Poland and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
the Swans,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.