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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Arcadia,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
The Victims,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.