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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
PIL,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.