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 Burkina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Prince Buster,
Can,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.