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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Index,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.