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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Smog,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.