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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
These Immortal Souls,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
PIL,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.