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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pagans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June of 44,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.