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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Technova,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.