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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Japan,
The Associates,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Slave,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.