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 Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.