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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.