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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.