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 New Zealand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
The Wake,
Moebius,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.