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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.