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 Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Chrome to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.