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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.