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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Searchers 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Fear,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Brass Construction,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.