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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Index,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.