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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gong,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.