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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
John Foxx,
X-102,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.