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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.