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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Main Source,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.