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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.