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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
ABC,
The Martian,
Nico,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.