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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.