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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
The Divine Comedy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Evens,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.