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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blackbyrds 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
UT,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.