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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.