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 Italy and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 T. Rex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cameo,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
New Order,
Derrick Morgan,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.