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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Television,
The Motions,
The Index,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.