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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Cymande,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Von Mondo,
X-101,
AZ,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.