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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.