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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Simply Red,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.