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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 snare 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 ABC to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.