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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
PIL,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Flipper,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Crash Course in Science,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.