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 Comoros 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Tubeway Army 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
The Names,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.