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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
the Swans,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.