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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.