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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub 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?
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.