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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantytec,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Technova,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heaven 17,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.