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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.