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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nico,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.