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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
The Names,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.