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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.