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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.