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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Mandrill,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wire,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.