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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds 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?
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.