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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.