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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.