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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sad Lovers and Giants 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Lyres,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Zapp,
The Busters,
ABC,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.