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 Cambodia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
John Foxx,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
the Association,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.