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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.