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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.