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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 June Days to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
cv313,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
DJ Style,
ABC,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.