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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 New York Dolls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Toni Rubio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.