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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.