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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.