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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.