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 Djibouti and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.