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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.