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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Urselle,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.