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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Supertramp to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.