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 Gambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.