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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J 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?
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Oblivians,
Mars,
MC5,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.