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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.