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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.