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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the disco 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
The Searchers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
New Order,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.