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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.