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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Nas,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Harmonia,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.