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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Sonic Youth to the dance 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Glenn Branca,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Nico,
These Immortal Souls,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.