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 Korea North and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Smog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Visage,
Cymande,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.