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 Thailand and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Sex Pistols to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cowsills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Ice-T,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.