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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Television,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.