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 Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.