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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Ronan,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Absolute Body Control,
Althea and Donna,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.