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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.