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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marmalade 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Audionom,
X-102,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Evens,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.