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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Janne Schatter,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.