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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.