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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
Television,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.