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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.