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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Ultra Naté,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Sparks,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.