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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Finger to the jazz 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.