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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crime to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.