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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the techno 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.