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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dual Sessions 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.