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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Dual Sessions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
the Association,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.