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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Buzzcocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Adolescents,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Hashim,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.