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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.