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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Qualms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.