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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.