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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Christs to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.