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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
JFA,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.