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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.