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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.