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 Serbia and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Can,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.