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 Slovakia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.