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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.