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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.