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 Morocco and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Model 500,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.