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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
The Evens,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.