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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.