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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.