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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Archie Shepp,
Black Bananas,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Can,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.