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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Flipper,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Japan,
Crime,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.