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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Shoche,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scratch Acid,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.