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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.