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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.