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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Warren Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Saints,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.