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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.