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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.