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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.