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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.