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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Move,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
the Association,
Chrome,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Little Man,
Technova,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.