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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.