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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Scion,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Wire,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Moebius,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.