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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
The American Breed,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.