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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.