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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.