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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Tom Boy,
Fear,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.