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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Magma,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Ten City,
The Names,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.