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 Monaco and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Gories,
MC5,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.