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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.