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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Gang Gang Dance to the disco 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.