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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
The Remains,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.