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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Angels of Light to the grunge 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Fear,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.