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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Television,
Suicide,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.