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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Technova,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.