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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.