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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ten City to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Move,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.