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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Offenders to the electroclash 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Cluster,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.