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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Neu!,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.