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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
Camberwell Now,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.