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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 10cc to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Stetsasonic,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.