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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Fugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
The Smoke,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.