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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.