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 Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Section 25,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
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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.