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 Philippines and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Ten City,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.