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 Honduras and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.