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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
UT,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.