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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Theoretical Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Pole,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Index,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.