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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bad Manners 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Prince Buster,
Cameo,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.