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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
UT,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.