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 Venezuela and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Organ,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.