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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.