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 Cape Verde and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.