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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Laurel Aitken,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.