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 India and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Fear,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.