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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.