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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
The Move,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Pulsallama,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.