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 Austria and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.