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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.