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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.