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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
MC5,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Smog,
Half Japanese,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.