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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Organ,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.