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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.