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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Technova,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.