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 Belgium and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Offenders to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.