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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.