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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.