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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Aural Exciters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.