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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.