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 France and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.