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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.