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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Can,
Ten City,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.