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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.