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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
MC5,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.