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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.