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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Wire,
The Martian,
Smog,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.