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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.