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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw 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?
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Mars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.