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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.