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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Masters at Work to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.