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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Fear,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.