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 Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.