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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.