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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.