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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.