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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.