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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Technova,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Second Layer,
AZ,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.