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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Wire,
Niagra,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.