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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.