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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.