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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Eurythmics,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.