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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.