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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.