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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.