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 Panama and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye 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?
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
The Names,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Graham Central Station,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.