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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Underground Resistance to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.