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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Move,
UT,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.