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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Bill Near,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.