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 Monaco and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.