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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Television,
The Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.