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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 808 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.