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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.