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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Faust,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.