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 Peru and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Residents to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.