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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
PIL,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brick,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.