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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Visage,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.