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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Visage,
The Offenders,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
cv313,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.