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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.