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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Grass Roots to the rock 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.