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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.