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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.