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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Accadde A,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.