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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Wake to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Wings,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.