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 France and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.