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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scrapy to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
PIL,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.