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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
Liliput,
Fugazi,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.