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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Minor Threat to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.