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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pantaleimon 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.