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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.