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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Gong,
Inner City,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.